Mystic Messenger High School! AU - Peaceful - Saeran x Reader

The Perfect Silence

Instead of sitting across from me at our table in the library, Saeran sat next to me. It's not as awkward now. I don't know what changed, but I'm glad it did. His shoulder is mere inches from mine, and I can't help but revel silently in the closeness. It reminds me of what he said about the quiet.

'I like the quiet, you know? It's so much better than talking to people. It's nice and peaceful.'

I pause my typing for a minute, just drinking in the comfortable silence between us. I sighed internally.

I understand what he meant now. He's right. I've never been with another person and stayed this quiet for this long before. It's calming. I can't help but feel... At peace, I guess?

I blink in surprise at my own thoughts.

Whoa! When did that happen? When did all of THIS happen?

If my inner monologue had a human embodiment, I'm sure they'd be making wild gestures at my current thoughts and feelings.

You barely know this guy, and here you are just hours from visiting his HOUSE. He's a freak! What has HAPPENED to you? Where is your common sense? Just work on the project like you are supposed to. Anything more is too much to ask for. He doesn't have time for you or your dumb feelings. You're just a partner for the project to him. Even though he said you were his friend, I bet he didn't mean it.

"Hey. You alright?" His voice is quiet, yet louder than a whisper. I feel the eyes on the side of my face. They burn my cheeks, causing the slow but sure transformation to bright red. I glance at him out of the corner of my eye. He has a frown on his face. "You've kind of been frowning at your computer screen for a while. You haven't moved. It's kinda creepy." With the last sentence, his frown morphs into a small half-smile. 

"I'm good. Sorry for worrying you." I tear my eyes away from the screen. I was staring at it, yet not really seeing it. I stared into his eyes. That was much better. I actually saw them, unlike that dumb computer screen. I can see every detail of them from this close. There's a very faint ring around the edge of his irises.

Wait... Are those...?

"Are you wearing contacts?" I say, narrowing my eyes, as if it will help me see them better. 

He seemed to be in a trance like the one I was just in observing his eyes. Saeran's eyes widen and he shakes his head, as if only just realizing I spoke to him. His face flushes pink and he breaks eye contact, staring at his hands that are currently restless in his lap. "Oh, uh... Y-yeah. My eyes aren't naturally this color. They're..." A cloud seems to pass over his face.

"Gold?" I question.

He nods.

Like his brother's.

"Oh. Do you wear them because you don't-"

"Yes." He said quietly. The fingers link and disconnect rhythmically. I can't help but stare at them, mesmerized. 

I look back up at him. Saeran is still very interested in his hands, focusing on the pattern he has created. "I can see you with gold eyes. I'm sure they suit you." I say quietly. 

His head snaps up at that, his cheeks still pink. "R-really? Uh, thanks, I guess? I like the mint, though. They're pretty and unique and I think they go with my hair now. Of course, that's not naturally white with pink tips. I changed it. I like how it looks now, though, I guess. I just-"

I giggle. "You're rambling, Saeran."

It's so strange how he seems to have multiple personalities. He can go from that sarastic and confident asshole to... whatever THIS stuttering mess is. He does have a soft side. I wish he displayed it more often. I wonder if it's because of his grudge against other people. I hope someone will finally be able to show him that people aren't all bad and that some can be trusted.

"Right, right, sorry."

Silence. Neither of us are typing, and his hands stop moving. This corner of the library is so secluded that noise from basically anywhere else in the room can't be heard from here. It's quiet. Peaceful. I feel at home here in the complete silence. It calms me. I close my eyes, savoring it.

"Can you feel it too?" Saeran whispers, barely audible. The magic of the silence is still here, even though he has broken it.

I nod my head, my eyes still closed. 

I can't help but feel something big is about to happen. I feel so happy, so at home right now. I've never felt this before. I don't even know if I've ever been in complete quiet like this, especially not with another person. It's kind of... magical, especially since I sense his presence, and I know he's here with me, feeling the same thing I am. He just said he was, when he asked me that question. I can't help but wonder...

Maybe it's a little more magical because it's him I'm with? I don't know why, but he's... unlike any other boy I've ever met. He's different. I can't explain it. I just know that this moment is amazing and real, and I never want it to end. But I still can't help but feel something is about to happen.

And something does.

Something is resting on my hand, which is no longer on the laptop, but on the table space next to it. My eyes shoot open and I stare at them. The 'them' being our hands. His hand is resting on mine. Our fingers aren't even interlinked. It's just... covering the back of my hand. I don't know what to think. It feels... right. I slowly turn to face him, not moving my hand or any other part of my body. I'm sure my face is burning. I'm not used to human contact in general, let alone contact with meaning behind it such as this. 

His eyes, the ones I now know wear a mask of turquoise, are staring right at me again. His cheeks seem to have an everlasting pink glow. "Do you understand what I meant now?" Saeran's voice is barely a whisper now, seeming to grow quieter and quieter, as if he doesn't want to break the enchanting silence as well.

I nod again, staring at him. He smiles at me. It's genuine. I return it. It lasts about 30 seconds, or so it seems, and I turn away to look at our hands. His is still resting on mine. I can't believe he is touching me willingly, and not in a creepy or awkward way like before. There is one thing that I notice above all that is different.

Before when he touched me, his hands were ice cold. Now it's so warm and comforting.

I close my eyes again and smile. 

I never want this moment to end.

We didn't end up doing much work that lunch period.